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There she was, leaning by the balcony, her face turned toward the endless night sky now wearing a white satin speghetti strap gown which framed her form so sinfully, that it made me want to run my hands over her. Her hair was tied in a loose bun with a white scrunchie speckled with little blue bows she'd picked up earlier from the couch. Her hair strands had escaped, swaying gently in the breeze, framing her form in a way that seemed almost deliberate, like the universe itself conspired to make her look this breathtaking.
One strap hung low on her arm, exposing the curve of her neck, her bare shoulder, and the delicate expanse of her upper back. The moonlight draped over her like a jealous lover, casting her in an ethereal glow that made her seem a vision of dream and untouchable yet all I could think about was how badly I wanted to ruin that untouchable illusion. To mark her, to make her mine in every way that mattered.
And one word reverberated in my mind.
Enchanting.
Why does such simplicity have this kind of power over me? Why does she have this kind of power over me?
If she turned to me now and claimed she was an enchantress who had cast a spell on me, I'd believe her without a doubt because fuck how else could I explain this madness? This obsession?
How else could someone bring a man like me to destroy everything to claim her without even trying? All these years, I stayed far away from any kind of feelings, for it has no place in the heart of a mafia king, especially ones associated with women. And yet here I am-lost, consumed and utterly hers.
From the very first moment I saw her, cradled in my arms, her face pale, her expressions raw and unguarded. She looked so divine, so fragile, yet so untouchable, as though she didn't belong to this world and belonged in my arms, the way her eyes held a thousand stories she would never tell and I was enchanted by her effortless beauty.
Then the second time I saw her, she was cloaked in yellow, radiating a warmth that could rival the sun. She laughed with abandon, ran with lightness, and danced like the wind was her accomplice. Her hair flew around her like it held secrets, her eyes sparkled with a mischief that made the world seem brighter. I watched her, spellbound, unable to look away like she was life itself, pure and untainted. And once again, she owned me, without even knowing, without even trying, I was once again enchanted by her aura, by her nature.
The third time, she was in black, a color that seemed to embody my world my soul. Yet, she was nothing like the darkness, she was like the light in the shadows. Her eyes were wide with innocence and fear, her hands trembling with the unknown dear around her. There was an unspoken curiosity and terror in her gaze, a timid defiance that drew me in. She looked like a scared kitten, so soft, unsure, scared but impossibly captivating. It was then I realized her innocence had the power to pierce through the darkness I carried within me, and I was enchanted all over again.
